Emily Emulation

There’s a certain Ray of sun,

Overcast Afternoons—

That burdens, like the Tinkle

Of Children’s Laughter—

Beautiful Wounds, it gives us—

You can see no cut,

But internal difference,

Where the Truth, dwells—

None may ease it—Any—

‘Tis the Kiss Divine—

An angelic mission

Sent me for the Journey—

When it comes, the Landscape listens—

Mountains—lend their shelter—

When it goes, ‘tis like the Surrender

On the look of Faith—